Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

When the stylist painted her makeup and finished the modeling, Belle looked at herself in the mirror and felt as if she had seen a stranger.

It is still her face and her facial features that look more charming than usual, but in the charm, there is a sense of elegance. Without the feeling of "feeling a woman", it looks "noble".

Belle had to admire the magical effect of makeup.

Finally, the staff took out a pair of silver leather shoes. The heels were not high, almost 5 inches, which obviously matched the dress.

This let Bailey breathe a sigh of relief. At least, it's not 7-inch or even 10 inch high heels. Don't worry about falling.

Baili put on her shoes and heard the staff shouting behind her, "Mr. Han."

She subconsciously turned her head and saw that Han Lin was wearing a black suit. The bangs that had fallen slightly in front of her forehead had been combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead. At the moment, he felt more mature and domineering than in peacetime.

Han Lin walked up to Bei Li, "all right?" he asked. A touch of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was used to seeing all kinds of female stars competing for beauty, but he still felt amazing when he saw her.

It's not that her looks and makeup surprised him, but that her eyes, under such a dress, were as clear as water, which made him unable to move his eyes.

The woman looked at his eyes, mostly with all kinds of reverie and greed, and she looked at his eyes at the moment as if she were just looking at an ordinary person, without those careful thoughts that made him unhappy.

"I think so," said belle.

"Does the dress fit?" he asked again.

"... fit." it should be too fit. "How do you know my size?" Belle Richie said. "When you investigated me, you even investigated my body size."

He gave her a white look. "Your size doesn't need to be investigated."

"How do you know?"

"..." he refused to answer her directly. Should he tell her that he could see her size in his usual physical contact? "Now that everything is all right, let's go." Han Lin said.

"Oh." Bailey touched her nose, stepped on silver leather shoes and took steps. Just because they were new shoes and she usually wore flat shoes, she couldn't adapt at once. She staggered and tilted to one side.

Fortunately, Han Lin helped her so that she wouldn't really fall.

"How close!" she patted her chest, looking like the rest of her life.

He frowned. "The heels are still too high?"

"No, I'm just not used to wearing shoes with heels. I should get used to it after walking for a while." she said, "thank you just now."

He pursed his thin lips, stretched out his hand and held her hand. "Next time, it seems that he should choose flat shoes for you. At the party later, remember to hold my arm. Don't really fall, let's go." he said, taking her towards the exit.

Belle was stunned and felt that the hand he held seemed to be burning.

He held her hand like this. It seemed to others that it was impossible even if he didn't go in an ambiguous direction.